The mist clung to my skin as though it wanted to brand me, seeping into my hair, my lungs, my bones. Each droplet was alive, whispering fragments I could not quite catch, voices curling into my ears only to vanish the moment I reached for them. I had stepped through the veil of the waterfall, and instead of cleansing me, it split me apart.
My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, restless, pacing. We should not be here alone. He will not forgive us for this.
“I know,” I whispered back, my voice drowned beneath the crashing falls. “But I had no choice.”
The note still burned in my pocket. If you want to save the people that love you… The words echoed like a second heartbeat, pulling me forward even as every instinct screamed for me to run.
And then I felt him.
Azeo.
He emerged from the mis
